I may have just seen a harbinger of my death. →[More:]I just opened the front door to take out the garbage and saw a large black dog looking at me from the sidewalk in front of my house.
Between the darkness and the fog presently settled over Salt Lake City, I couldn't see its face. But its snout was pointed right at me. It just stood there. Looking at me.
After 10 or 15 seconds, I asked it, "Are you a harbinger of my death?"
It looked at me for another few seconds. Then it turned and walked away down the block. Slowly.